Ohhh You guys want me to like... rap rap... Sorry, the only rap I take that serious anymore is the snack wrap variety. Well, the world sucks... so let's get it. Im just stepping till my pedal to the precipice, the evidence is evident, My elegance of decadence is measured in my negligence. I’m wrestlin’ with resonance, I’m questionin’ intelligence, While presidents are peddlin’ irrelevance as excellence. I’m breathin’ in the sediment, the air taste venomous, The sky’s fluorescent but depressin’ in its resonance. Factories confessin’ sins in vapor through the tenements, Faith reduced to measurements of metrics and benevolence. My sermons turn to data when I’m prayin’ to the cloud, Where every sacred vow’s a trending topic for the crowd. The prophets now are profits and they profit bein’ loud, While the homeless of the planet never get to be allowed. The oceans gettin’ darker as the marble starts to drown, They harvest all the oxygen and auction off the sound. The cities made of metal hum a requiem around, And the silence of the forest is a funeral in surround. I see Gaza in a glitch frame, famine in a rich vein, Leaders takin’ selfies while the innocent are inflamed. Every pixel pickin’ sides in political charades, Where the algorithm weaponizes who the world should blame. I’m scrollin’ through apocalypse in livestream motion, Every quote emotionless, devotion to corrosion. We post condolences, encode explosions, Then close our phones like closure’s chosen. My blood made of Wi-Fi, my pulse in code, Every thought I upload’s a soul I sold. Gold-plated data with a touch of mold, Faith upgraded to a franchise sold. They told me that the future was a paradise engine, But the wires in the sky are a parasite’s vengeance. Every power line’s a lifeline tension, Every child online a product extension. I been watchin’ how the greed gets federal, Petroleum ministers actin’ so clerical. Egos imperial, pain is numerical, Peace hypothetical, death is symmetrical. They bomb the peripheral, call it political, Kill for residuals, sell it as biblical. Criminal cynical rituals literal, Minimal visual sympathy typical. I seen angels in the smog, seen demons in a Tesla, Seen leaders quote scripture from a corporate investor. The Earth got fever and the pulse won’t rest, We confess to excess and express our death. There’s blood in the budget, smog in confession, Hunger in the algorithm’s suggestion. Depression gets monetized, war gets sponsored, Hope gets plagiarized, gods get laundered. My conscience a candle in a vacuum’s throat, Tryna light up truth while the smoke still float. Every quote they wrote a remote control, While we choke on the oath of a profit goal. They told us “pray,” but the prayers feel hollow, Cause faith don’t pay when the debt still follow. Tomorrow’s borrowed, the sorrow’s cargo, We drown in tomorrow’s infernal embargo. Microchips baptize every newborn face, We raise our kids in an interface. Every sin gets digitized, moral erased, Every click’s a coffin in a coded space. The bees gone blind, the seas don’t shine, The trees online, no leaves in time. The breeze won’t climb, disease redefined, We freeze mid-line, decline sublime. I been runnin’ through the century’s circuitry, Perfectly certain the current is hurtin’ me. Urgently learnin’ eternity’s burgundy, Murder in courtesy, Earth in infirmary. Every government servant a serpent in sermon, Determined to burn it while earnin’ discernment. The furnace turnin’, the surface yearnin’, The world still turnin’ while nothin’s learnin’. The carbon crown on humanity’s skull, Beautiful, brutal, polluted and dull. We killed what we worshiped, the circle’s full, And we market apocalypse as something cool. But I’m not hopeless, I’m quotin’ the grave, Every breath I take is a tidal wave. I’m engravin’ fate in a vapor cave, Tryna save the sane from a data slave. So pedal to the precipice, I won’t relent, My sentences burn with divine dissent. Every word I’ve bent is a monument, To the ghosts we sent for enlightenment. If the world’s still spinnin’, I’ll spin with it fast, My syntax cracked like shatterin’ glass. Till the code goes black and the servers crash, I’ll rap this requiem of human ash.
